Chapter 1755 S Apocalypse Event (Twenty-Three)

Chapter 1729 S Apocalypse Event (Twenty-three)

Harley, who was sitting next to him, let out a long sigh, rubbed her arm that was a little sore from just raising it, and said, "Fortunately, we were prepared and put the dark power into the missile. Otherwise, we might not be able to break his armor. This guy has some good stuff on him."

Little Bruce stood in front of the porthole and looked out. He saw Batman carrying Steppenwolf away, turned his head and gave Helen a look. Helen got out of the Robins and asked Harley to explain the whole story to them. She walked to Little Bruce's side.

"Are you interested in a more exciting adventure?" Little Bruce looked at Helen with his arms folded and showed a nasty smile.

Helen immediately responded, baring her teeth at him and said, "What's an adventure for you is a piece of cake for me. Tell me, what do you want to do now?"

"Just now I found the coordinates of the automatic cruise Apocalypse in the database of spacecraft components..."

Helen immediately widened her eyes and looked at little Bruce and said, "You're not?"

"Although I don't understand what you mean by "earthy", I can clearly feel that these aliens are not very strong, or their hardware conditions are quite strong, but they don't have much brains."

Little Bruce Turning around, with her back against the window, she continued, "You're just going to have a minor fight with these stupid aliens, which only happens once every thousand years?"

"Minor fight?" Helen raised her eyebrows, looked around the cabin, and said, "We got back a whole fleet!"

"But it's definitely not the best fleet."

"Harley is right, you're a little too crazy!"

"Who called me?" Harley came over, looking back at the little Robin and the little Robin who were gathered together and excited about the spaceship, and curled her lips.

Helen raised her chin towards Bruce, and Bruce told Harley about his idea. Helen thought Harley would say it was too risky, but Harley stamped her feet excitedly and said, "Does that mean we can just kill our way into Apocalypse?"

"It means sneaking in."

"Well, almost, but we can definitely kill a lot of things." Harley grinned and said, "I've been holding it in for a long time, and I haven't seen anything. There's a monitor in my head staring at me. Killing people is impossible, but killing aliens is fun."

"But there are definitely risks if we just fly over like this. I think we have to prepare some insurance measures." Harley said, touching her chin.

In a room with dim lights, a boy leaned on the sofa, throwing potato chips into his mouth with one hand and pressing the remote control with the other hand to change channels. In the end, the picture on the TV screen stayed on the cartoon. The boy still looked bored, and there was no joy in watching cartoons casually.

The voices in the cartoon kept chirping, but suddenly the boy's ears moved, and he turned his head to look at the door and shouted: "Who's there?! Come out!!"

Suddenly a head appeared in the window of the door, and Harley's lively voice rang out: "Damian, it's me, remember me? Harley Quinzel."

"Oh my God, Harley, why are you here?" Damian almost jumped up from the sofa, threw away the snack bag in his hand and came to the door. He shouted at Harley: "Are you here to save me? Let me out quickly, damn Batman locked me up! Here!"

"Of course, we are going to sneak into the alien planet, and we are missing a good helper. Do you want to come?"

"God, how can you not take me with you for such a fun thing? Hurry up, find a way to get me out!"

At this time, little Bruce was still staring at the book of the dead in Harley's arms, looking at it with a suspicious expression and said, "How does this book know where Batman's son is imprisoned?"

Helen snapped her fingers and said, "Believe me, no one knows Batman better than him."

At this time, Harley and Damian had already started studying the door, and Damian was talking to Harley. "I don't think it's possible to force the lock, Batman must have installed a lot of traps on it."

"What about magic?"

"Do you know magic?"

"It's not anyone's patent, Bruce, Bruce!" Harley shouted to the back, she pointed to the keyhole, and then said: "It took me a lot of effort to recharge the missile just now, it's your turn."

Little Bruce walked forward with his arms folded and expressionless. Damian opened his eyes wide when he saw his face through the window, but then he reacted and asked: "You should be Bruce Wayne from another universe. Yeah?"

Bruce didn't even look at him. Damian put his arms on the window bars and said, "If you meet a woman named Talia in the future, remember not to sleep with her. Don't believe in the nonsense of true love. She is just after your genes."

With a "click", the door lock opened and Damian walked out. Seeing the dark energy that had not disappeared from Bruce's hand, he widened his eyes in surprise and looked at Bruce and said, "Are you from the magic faction? Batman who can do magic... It's amazing."

"Why should we take him with us?" Bruce said impatiently.

"Of course, it's because he's a very powerful agent." Harley shrugged and said, "He's a rare all-rounder. We have to rely on him for our infiltration."

Damian immediately showed a smug expression, and Bruce Jr. had already walked towards Helen. He said as he walked, "After Batman has dealt with Steppenwolf, he will soon board the spaceship to check the situation. We have to drive away the one we want before he finds out how many ships there are."

Damian immediately showed a smug expression, and Bruce Jr. had already walked towards Helen. He said as he walked, "After Batman has dealt with Steppenwolf, he will soon board the spaceship to check the situation. We have to drive away the one we want before he finds out how many ships there are."

Just then, footsteps came from the end of the corridor, and several people became alert, worried that the figure with two pointed ears appeared in the darkness, but it was Constantine who walked out of the darkness.

"Why are you here?" Harley looked Constantine up and down, and was relieved to confirm that it was not from her universe. The only thing she was worried about now was that Professor Schiller would find out about the trouble she had caused in this universe and send people to arrest her.

"Batman asked me to guard here to prevent some magical beings from threatening the safety of his son."

"Ha, embezzlement." Damian snorted.

"You won't tell Batman, will you?" Harley narrowed her eyes and asked, half asking, half threateningly, "What benefit did he give you? We can give you double."

"I don't want your benefit. You are going to sail to the outer space, right? Take me with you."

Now several people were a little surprised. Bruce raised his eyelids, looked Constantine up and down, and then said, "Why do you want to go to the outer space with us?"

"Why else? To avoid creditors." Constantine shrugged and said, "Although I have many creditors in heaven and hell, those on earth are the most troublesome. Anyway, if you don't take me, I will tell Batman."

"Despicable!" Damian shouted at Constantine.

At the entrance of Rodriguez Manor, Merkel held an umbrella and sent Schiller to the car. When he opened the door, he said, "Sir, just ask Alfred to call me when you come back."

Schiller nodded and got in the car. After a long traffic jam, he finally arrived at Wayne Manor. Alfred was standing at the door waiting for him.

"You are here, professor." Alfred opened the door for Schiller. Schiller nodded to him and asked, "Am I late?"

"Of course not. Only Chief Gordon has arrived now. Miss Pamela just called and said that the plants in her warehouse have escaped. She has to be busy catching them back. I'm afraid she can't come today."

Just as Schiller was about to go in, he saw a figure walking quickly into the door. Strange, who was dressed in a suit, said as he walked in, "It's really a ghost. This is the first time I've seen a place more congested than Manhattan on Friday night!"

Schiller slowed down his pace, waited for him for a while, and then said: "I told you to stay in my manor, but you insisted on living in a luxury apartment in the city center. It took you three hours to get here?"

"Three hours? Five and a half hours!" Strange quickly caught up with Schiller, got under his umbrella and said: "I don't think we should build any magic defense network, just destroy it."

When the two of them walked quickly through the front yard and entered the front hall, Alfred magically appeared at the door again, took the umbrella from Schiller, and handed them towels and hot tea.

"Oh, you're here. This is Professor Strange, right? I've heard of you for a long time." Gordon stood up from the sofa by the fireplace, shook hands with Strange, and then introduced him, "This is my daughter Barbara."

"I'm not your daughter yet." Barbara said, covering her forehead. Schiller glanced at the dark circles under her eyes and said, "How many days have you not slept, Miss?"

"About a week." Barbara walked back to the sofa by the fireplace and sat down. Schiller shook his head gently and said, "You should go back with them."

"What are you going to do? Continue to be Batman's assistant? The number of his assistants has doubled, and he doesn't need me now. . "

Barbara took a sip of hot tea, sighed and said, "Don't worry about me. At the beginning, I did stay up all night to plan the music festival. I was exhausted, but now it's not the case. I am investigating the economic system of this city."

"Especially how the Wayne Group can operate smoothly while maintaining the Gotham renovation project. It stands to reason that their liquidity is not enough. It's simply a business miracle."

Schiller paused slightly when he picked up the teacup. At this time, Bruce just came down the stairs. The two looked at each other and retracted their eyes. Obviously, they saw that the other was very interested in the expression of this lady when she found out the truth.

"I said, you didn't really transfer money from the Federal Reserve, did you?" Barbara turned her head and put one arm on the sofa, looked at Bruce and asked, "Where did you get that large amount of liquidity?"

"Miss." Schiller called Barbara and said, "Recently, Wayne Group has been managed by Thomas Wayne. Perhaps it would be more effective if you take the time to ask him."

Barbara had a suspicious expression on her face, and her eyes slid back and forth between Schiller and Bruce. At this time, Alfred walked to her side, handed her snacks such as cheese and dried fruits, and said to her with a smile: "Miss Gordon, although I admire your spirit of diligence in learning, you should also pay attention to your body. I have a calming tea here. Do you want some?"

"Give her some quickly. I'm afraid she won't live to see the reunion between Barbara and me." Gordon sighed and said, "Every day she is either typing on the computer keyboard or reading a lot of information. It's useless for me to persuade her."

"This is very important, because you have brought light back to Gotham, which is what we have been working hard for." Barbara straightened her body and raised her voice.

"Okay, Miss, have some tea."